Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Freddie Wadling,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Sneak,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.